Hunting
It felt as if her heart had dropped into her stomach. A chill raced down her spine, raising goosebumps across her entire body. Hyejeong felt tears threatening to spill from the sheer terror she was experiencing for the first time in her life.
She frantically opened the front door, stepped inside, and was about to slam it shut when—grab! Another filthy hand shot through the gap and blocked her.
"Kyaaak!"
Hyejeong screamed in shock. She gripped the doorknob with all her strength, desperately trying to force the door closed, but it refused to move.
"Help! Please, help me!! Somebody save me!!"
In her panic, Hyejeong screamed on pure instinct. There were two or three other units on the same floor, all studio apartments. On top of that, the villa's soundproofing was terrible—quiet conversations could be heard throughout the building. She shouted at the top of her lungs, begging for help.
Yet for some reason, no one responded today. Then one grim realization struck her.
Oh… it's still vacation.
Unfortunately, most of the residents here were college students living alone. And with break in full swing, the majority had returned to their family homes. She remembered seeing an acquaintance from her age group packing his belongings and heading home just a few days earlier.
Did that mean there was no one left in the building who could help her?
Goosebumps prickled across her skin.
"No! Don't come in!! Someone! Please, someone help me!"
Hyejeong cried out, her voice cracking with sobs. She fought to close the door, but it wouldn't budge. And through the narrow gap… she could see the bizarre man.
Aah! He was still smiling. The smile was so grotesque that the enormous fear slithering toward her left her completely powerless.
"Please! Won't someone please help me! Please!! Kyaaaak!!"
She screamed at the top of her lungs, but in that instant she could no longer hold the door. It flew open. At the same time, Hyejeong lost her balance and collapsed to the floor.
The grotesquely smiling man looked down at her, licked his lips with obvious hunger, and stepped inside.
"N-no… D-don't come near me! Kyaaaak!!!"
She hurled her handbag at the man, then grabbed whatever shoes were near the entrance and flung them at him one after another.
"Stay back! Stay back!! Get out! Get out of here!"
Hyejeong screamed until her voice grew hoarse. She crawled on all fours into the living room, eyes fixed on the man. The stranger was still smiling, licking his lips and smacking them with relish. The sight was utterly grotesque and horrifying. He didn't seem human at all.
Trembling violently, Hyejeong instinctively grabbed her phone. She was about to dial the police when he strode forward.
Thud! The door slammed shut on its own.
Under the entrance light, the man's grotesquely smiling face looked even more horrifying. His smile had stretched impossibly wide—his lips now torn all the way to his ears. He was not human.
Hyejeong stumbled backward and barely managed to call 112. A police officer's voice came through the speaker. Still staring at the smiling man advancing toward her, she spoke in a shaking voice.
"P-please… help me. Please come to my house right away."
Her choked voice trembled uncontrollably.
"What is the current situation, ma'am?"
"Please! Just send someone to my house quickly. S-some strange man broke in and—"
"Are you unable to speak freely right now?"
"Yes… so please…"
She cried out in desperation. The officer said they would dispatch someone immediately, but Hyejeong's heart found no comfort. The bizarre man was already standing right in front of her.
The officer continued speaking through the phone, but fear had stolen her voice. Panting and sobbing, she could only whisper, "P-please save me."
The man reached out. Hyejeong squeezed her eyes shut in terror.
He snatched the still-chattering phone from her hand, stared at it for a moment, then ended the call. He tossed the device carelessly onto the sofa.
Sobbing, Hyejeong begged, "Why… why are you doing this… Please, spare me."
Her whole body shook as she pleaded. But the man gave no answer. He simply stared at her with that grotesque smile, licking his lips. The way his mouth had stretched unnaturally to his ears was the most horrifying part.
He slowly lowered his head.
"Huuuuh…"
Then he began sniffing her. The behavior was exactly like a beast scenting its prey before devouring it. He flicked his tongue out, licking his lips as though savoring the anticipation.
Hyejeong kept her eyes tightly shut and trembled like a leaf. The fear was so overwhelming she couldn't resist. All she could do was cry and beg to be spared.
Suddenly the man seized her by the hair and dragged her with brutal force.
"Kyaaak!"
In terror and pain, Hyejeong thrashed wildly and screamed, but her resistance was pathetic against his monstrous strength.
The man tore her outer clothes to shreds with inhuman strength. Hyejeong tried to push him away, to escape those savage hands, but her slender limbs were useless. His touch was rough and violent like a wild animal. He ripped her garments apart and pinned her down so she could not fight back.
Still she struggled, screaming and begging for her life. The noise must have irritated him. He raised one massive hand and slapped her cheek without mercy.
Slap!
Her head snapped to the side. Blood trickled from her split lip. The stinging pain cut her screams short.
While she was dazed, his hands savagely ripped open her white blouse. Through the torn fabric, her pale skin and black bra were completely exposed. Overwhelmed by fear and pain, Hyejeong could no longer resist. She was terrified that fighting back would only earn her another blow. She could only squeeze her eyes shut and let the tears fall.
The man—Jaehyuk—buried his face against her white flesh again, sniffing greedily. Whatever scent he found seemed to please him; a satisfied smile spread across his face. It was the aroma of perfectly ripened prey. He believed he had chosen his quarry well.
He tore away her underwear with a single violent yank. Clothes and lingerie alike were shredded to pieces. Her perky breasts came into view, nipples like small strawberries crowning tiny areolas. Jaehyuk's excitement surged beyond control. His eyes flashed with bestial hunger, his breath coming in heavy pants as raw lust flooded his gaze.
He ripped off her black jeans just as mercilessly. The sight of her smooth thighs made his body shudder again. Terrible madness swirled in his gleaming eyes.
Hyejeong sobbed pitifully, her whole body quaking. He tore off her final scrap of underwear, then yanked down his own tracksuit pants. His fully erect cock sprang free before her eyes.
Hyejeong gasped and shook her head frantically. "N-no… Please… Please don't do this. Please…"
She begged over and over, pleading for her life, but Jaehyuk paid no attention. In his frenzied state, her voice no longer reached him. He had lost all reason.
He seized her thighs in a crushing grip.
"Kyaaak! No!! No! Let me go! No!!!"
Hyejeong fought desperately, twisting her body, kicking, flailing. Her manicured nails raked across his face.
But what she saw made her freeze in greater horror than before. Where her nails had torn his skin, something unnatural was visible. There was no blood—only the feeling that an outer shell had been ripped away. It was as if the man was wearing someone else's skin… as if another layer of flesh lay beneath the first.
The grotesque sight shocked her so deeply that she forgot to resist. In that moment his brutal hands forced her legs apart. His throbbing cock began to push into her against her will.
"Huk! N-no!! It hurts! It hurts! Please… please stop! Someone… someone save me! No!!"